2.
Edward,
I'm sorry. If you are reading this note, maybe there's still time left. I'm in our meadow…by now you're probably the only one who can save me.
Love (forever),
Bella
I hid the note in my pocket. I didn't make the decision yet…well, okay, writing the note was a decision, but I consciously made the opposite decision, 'Nah. I can't go through with it. It's too dangerous. I'll throw the note away tomorrow.'
I was glad I didn't have to hide my thoughts from Edward by counting to a million in Chinese or something like that; he couldn't read my mind. He didn't know what I was planning. Or, rather, he did. I bet he didn't think I would actually go through with it…his sweet, innocent Bella committing suicide? Yeah right. 'But it isn't suicide,' Bella thought, 'if you don't really want to die.'
Bella didn't want to die. But dying was better than growing old. Hopefully, Edward (or any of the Cullens, but preferably Edward) got there on time. 'This is too dangerous!' a voice deep inside Bella's head screamed. But dark mysteries swirled in the surface of Bella's conscience. Her revolve strengthened; Bella was not giving up on life; in fact, she was taking control of her life. Edward was going to change her. Bella had the power to make sure of it.
Bella hopped into her old red truck and drove to the Cullen mansion. Making sure no one saw her, she was about to tape the note onto Edward's car so he could find it and run off to their meadow to save her, but then a better idea popped into her mind. If she just slashed her wrists here instead of at the meadow, there would be less of a risk: there would be less of a chance that Edward wouldn't get there on time.
Bella grinned, holding onto her shiny silver knife. She trembled, afraid of what she knew she had to do. 'Right now, before you chicken out,' she told herself. Viciously, Bella jammed the sharp knife into her left wrist. Panting, she slashed her right wrist. She bent down and slashed both of her ankles as well.
There was so much blood. Bella panicked, lying on the floor writhing in pain, drowning in her own blood. Suddenly determined, she mustered up what little strength she had left to crawl to the door. Frightened, she tried to stand up. She knocked on the door and fell to the ground again.
A very much panicked Edward opened the door.
"Bella?" he gasped.
To Be Continued…